Journal Freedom

I liberated my new journal (the Dylusions one) from it's stupid "cover" or holder or whatever it was. It's SO much happier now! Ajae drew this face, it's Kelly! We were asking Ajae for a tutorial on drawing curly hair and she was teasing us and sent us a picture of her pen sketch. I messed with it in photoshop and printed it on sticky paper and now it's on the front of my journal! I'm babbling because I had three cups of Dr. Pepper and a grande mocha latte from Starbucks!!! :)

Lost and gone forever!

The cheekster lost a TOOTH! How crazy is that? He's only five! And then he literally lost it on the school bus. Poor little guy was all upset - how was the tooth fairy going to know it was his tooth?!? But, as we all know, the tooth fairy (AKA the molinator) is magic! She brought him a dollar and a note saying that all lost teeth seem to find their way to her and he shouldn't be sad that he can't find it. Look at his little gap!! 

The kit I used for this page is called Sir Plays a Lot and it's by Sweet Digi Scraps and Etc by Danyale.

Subtle is creepy

C'mon, that's a creepy face!! It's from a lesson in Suzi's Paint & Chronicle class, and I LOVE the way her face came out. Mine, not so much! I'm going to practice, though, because it could be really lovely.

  After I took this picture I realized that her eyes are ridiculously crooked:

I managed to sort of fix them. She won't be awful when she's finished, and finished is better than perfect, right? Right?? (Lie to me if you have to!)

Drunk Thanksgiving Journaling

With Kelly, of course!!

Awkward Family Photos??

Nah, I LOVE this pics! Liam was not quite a year old in these pics, and Tena wasn't my brother's wife yet, AND it wasn't 2008, it was 2007!! I should fix that. But I love these pictures! Look at that cheeky little boy, his eyes right on the camera while he steals an ornament off the tree. He'd look right at you, keep eye contact, and think you couldn't see when he was going something bad.

Kit used is Christmas Punch by Sweet Digi Scraps, as well as her Story Time templates.

It's a sickness

I got a new journal. I know, I know. I couldn't help it. I'd actually planned to NOT get this one, especially after someone said that some of the pages were Bristol (they're not).

 It's the new Dylusions journal and I haven't played IN it yet, I've just been messing with the cover a little.

I attempted to color the face like normal (prismacolors), but the cover paper wasn't really cooperating, so I painted her. Poor thing, right? I'll have to let you know if I manage to fix her!

The second half...

Of yesterday's quote:

So, anyone who knows Suzi knows that she's been working with Breaking Free, an organization that helps women in the commercial sex trade to get out and make lives for themselves. She was talking about a ceremony they were having and how all of the girls were still wearing their ridiculously tight clothes and stupidly high heels, because it's all they know. If you know Suzi, you also know that she used to be a GoGo dancer in New Jersey. She was one of those girls who spent hours getting dressed before high school in the morning, while I was the one who scooped up clothes off the floor and tugged them on, then ran out to the bus just in time to climb on.

Recently, Suzi told me that she would see girls who dressed like me - soft pants or jeans, t-shirts, hoodies, pajamas, etc - and she wished that she "could" dress like that. I was totally floored. It never occurred to me that the gorgeous, polished, glamorous girls would EVER think "Hey, I wish I was comfortable enough with myself to dress like that sloppy, unkempt, naked-face chick." I will tell you that I never once wished to be a plastic-looking mean girl, not once. I am who I am. It never occurred to me that they weren't necessarily who they wanted to be.

There's not really a point to this post, I have no advice or words of wisdom. I just think it's interesting to know. "Don't waste time being who you are, be who you want to be." A teacher said that to me once. (Not me specifically, a classroom full of us, but you get my point.)